[mmm, anything you say]

[starts gasping ans groaning erratically as he really starts to fuck you into the mattress, holding onto you hard enough to bruise]

[[eyes falling closed, mouth open, just thrusting and gripping and feeling and finally coming, with an arched back and low cry]

[that's all right; that image is worth a thousand words]

[resting his head briefly against your shoulder, panting , still stroking your cock with little jerks of his hand]

[kissing your shoulder lightly, pulling out and laying beside you instead of on top]

Mmmm.... [turns his head to rest his cheek against your shoulder, still stroking you with slow, lazy movements] Everything all right, my boy...?

[nuzzling your jaw affectionately, like an oversize cat] I think you're missing the point of pillow talk...

[stroking your chest] That is what people often do after sex...

[mmm, not in the mood to fight just yet. too comfy]

As you like it... [kisses your throat]

Mmm... [kisses your cheek] Honestly, I'm feeling pretty good right now. But thank you for asking.

[and not even with a particularly feminine man. What would Sammy say?]

[just sort of dozes, enjoying the moment]

[too bad; looks like Gant's the cuddly sort]

...Did you enjoy yourself?

[kisses your throat] Good...

Would you rather I threw your clothes at you and told you to get out?